4 (french) Werber, Bernard

Terran, I think yellow. White, true white,
pure white is in Paradise.
I am in heaven. I came to preserve Rose
What a mockery!
The fog scatters. Beneath me is the long line of
dead. It forms like a river, further, seems
to divide. I go down to examine the phenomenon more
closely.
The River of Souls splits into effect in four branches, and
in the middle of human souls, I see now
souls of animals and even plants. No doubt the Paradise
has he a second door through which they are
engulfed. There anemones and marine algae,
bears and roses. Plants also have a soul. I
know, because now I understand everything.
Syncretism absolute. We are all interdependent and,